The love of our lives was born on 8.13.09 and is the light of our lives. Mills is our happy, busy, typical little boy, who never slows down. He is a huge fan of Moose and Zee, Handy Manny and Mickey Mouse and loves playing with his "big-brother-dog," Joey. There is not a day that goes by that I don't look at this precious miracle given to us by God and sit in awe.
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Right now, we do not like Mr. #P.(Mills' lower central incisor-ha!) He is terrorizing our baby boy into screaming fits. So, this explains the extreme fussiness and whining since Friday. Erik had to pick up Mills early today from Mimi June's. When I called him on the way home from work, I could tell that he was a little "stressed," and was wanting me home right then. He said that Mills had been screaming, and he didn't know what was wrong. When I arrived home, he had put him in his crib in hopes that he might take a little nap, but as I stood in the living room, the screaming started again. So, this mama walked upstairs, only to find that Mills had a different outfit on that what I had put him in this morning, and it wasn't because of spit up. I grabbed him out of his crib, felt of his forehead, and put my finger in his mouth, only to find Mr. #P. Oh, but he hasn't broken through, but he's there...FINALLY!
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